NIghtmares (John, Zee)
He had a somewhat odd relationship with sleep at the moment. A lot of the time he just avoided it because the nightmares were continuing to get worse. Some nights he was able to sleep without them, particularly when Fred was around. But there were nights when he didn't want to take that chance.
Tonight, however, he was exhausted and hoped that he would have an uneventful night's sleep.
Unfortunately for Sam, that wasn't in the cards.
Sam sat up in bed. Fred was still next to him, but they weren't alone in the room. Lucifer sat in a chair nearby, simply smirking at them. Before Sam could do or say anything, flames sprang up from the bed, engulfing the blankets and engulfing Fred.
"Fred!" Sam shouted, trying to put out the fire. Trying, in vain, to do something to help her.
Lucifer's laughter filled his ears even as the flames in the room rose higher. They danced around Sam, never merciful enough to put him out of his misery but hot and licking at his skin.
"Did you really think you escaped?" Lucifer asked with a shake of his head and a chuckle. "You're in the box, Sam. No one leaves the box. Don't you think Death has better things to do than to stroll inside and rescue you?"